Everyone over 50 should be issued every week with a wet fish in a plastic bag by the Post Office so that, whenever you see someone young and happy, you can hit them as hard as you can across the face.
Scratch a fantasy and you'll find a nightmare.
The only education in grief that any of us ever gets is a crash course.
My idea of a productive day, as both a child and an adult, was reading for hours and staring out the window.
I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.
Old dogs can be a regal sight. Their exuberance settles over the years into a seasoned nobility, their routines become as locked into yours as the quietest and kindest of marriages.
Like a starfish, the heart endures its amputation.
She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.
Reading your own material aloud forces you to listen.
The facts, however, are unimportant in fiction. It's not the events of my life that I mine, but the emotional experiences I've had.
One of the reasons that I accepted, once asked to do Star Trek, was to give a single child a chance to see the long thought, to see themselves some 400 years hence. It occurred to me that we must ensure that we keep in front of children the ever-changing horizon.